Elliot POVThe backup power kicked in. The kitchen was filled with this weird humming noise. The emergency lights made everything look green and spooky. Our penthouse was really quiet except for the sound of the wind, which was blocked by the strong storm windows.I was standing by the kitchen counter, my bare feet on the stone floor. I had my arms crossed. My fingers were gripping my gray shirt tightly. The air smelled like something was burnt, mixed with Sebastian's scent, like cedar wood."Do not try to change the subject," I said, my voice rough.My husband was standing near the door that led to the terrace. He looked at the drone on the patio, then turned back to me. His face was like a stone, and the green light made his jawline look really sharp."I am not trying to change the subject," he said, taking a step toward me."You did not tell me about Daniel," I said, gripping the counter. "He knows all your secret codes, and he knows the layout of the vault. He even knew how to get
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